Eversong (Midnight Playground) (4 page)

She shivered, her sex clenching. As she came, she felt Deo tense, pistoning into her. She screamed her pleasure, heard his animal roar. And she took his neck, bit into his lovely, golden flesh and drank.

His blood was like some stunning aphrodisiac, sweet on her tongue. Pure ecstasy in her body. She came and came. Arching hips and grasping hands. Thrusting cock and plunging fingers. And the scent of Deo in her head. His blood on her tongue.

Finally, they both calmed. He carried her to the bed, lay her down. One at a time, they licked each other’s wounds clean. Kissed each other softly. Deo leaned up on one elbow, his body next to hers, and gazed into her eyes. His were that startling green-blue of the ocean.

“I love you, Mercy.” He traced her jaw with his fingertips, murmured, “My love.”

“And I love you.”

He stroked her long hair, taking the ends of it and running it through his fingers. His brows drew together. “You want him.”

“Calam?”

“Yes. But I was talking about Ever.”

She nodded.

“I could feel his desire for you. Like a lamp lighting up the room.”

“He wants you too.”

“Yes,” Deo agreed. “And he is the most amazing creature…”

She brushed his cool cheek with her fingertips. “What is it, Deo?”

“I’ve become used to having you to myself. But now…I feel different. I know you do too. My need for sex is so powerful. It’s not that you aren’t enough for me.”

“I understand. I do,” she insisted. “It’s just that some of the others are so incredibly enticing. But Ever… I’m so drawn to him. I didn’t think I would want anyone as much as I want you.”

“Yes, exactly.”

“He’s so sad,” she said, as much to herself as to Deo.

“It makes him more approachable. And less so, at the same time.”

“Yes. But, Deo, how do you feel about this? The idea of us being with others?”

“I want it,” he answered. “But only with you, Mercy. Only if you’re a part of it. And you? What do you want?”

“My desires are the same as yours. For others. For Calam. But mostly my desire is for Ever. He knows it.”

Deo nodded, a slow smile crossing his features. “I have a feeling we’re about to discover something wholly new to us both.”

“You’ve been with other men before, I know. I’ve seen it in your head.”

“I have. But Ever isn’t like any man I’ve known before. I’m glad to know you feel as I do. I had some sense of it in your response to him. But I had to hear it from you.”

He picked up her hand, brushed a kiss over her knuckles, and once more her body lit with need.

She smiled to him, and his eyes went dark, glossy. She reached down and found his cock hardening once more.

“Ah, I love this about you. About your being immortal,” she told him, stroking him with a light, teasing touch.

He laughed, arched his hips into her hand, and she fisted around his rigid flesh.

“Ah, yes, let me just fuck your hand for a moment, love.”

She tightened her grasp, loving the solidity of him, his moans and sighs of pleasure as she moved her palm up and down his erect cock. She felt the power in it, in the ability to bring him pleasure. Loved to see him close his eyes, his lips parting.

“Will you come in my hand, Deo?”

He laughed again, and suddenly he was on her, picking her up then shoving her down on the Persian carpet next to the big bed. Spreading her thighs with his hands.

“Maybe, love. But first I’ll make you come. Once, twice. I want to hear you come. I want to hear you scream.”

He bent his head and licked her, his tongue slipping over her already wet cleft.

“Ah, Deo.”

He licked again, his tongue delving between the soft folds of her cunt. His fingers pushing inside her, one then two. Then three. He angled his fingers, pressing against her G-spot.

“Deo, you’ll make me come too soon,” she protested as pleasure rose, spiraled inside her.

Another short laugh from him before he tugged on her clit with his teeth, hurting her a little. He knew she loved it, the contrast of the pleasure and the pain.

“You torture me, Deo.”

He only drove his fingers harder into her soaking-wet pussy and sucked her clitoris into his mouth. And bit.

She felt the warmth of her blood seeping onto his tongue. Felt the heat move through her body as her climax hovered, shimmering at the edge of sensation. Pleasure was like fire inside her, spreading, spreading as he sucked harder. Another flash of the two of them together, and behind it, Deo alone on the beach. Then an image, cast into her mind on purpose, she knew immediately, of Deo with a pretty young man. The drape of the man’s long, brown hair as he knelt between Deo’s human thighs and sucked his cock. The lovely undulating pleasure of the man’s wet tongue, his silken throat closing around his erect flesh. Her climax hit her, hard and pulsing as she came in Deo’s mouth. As Deo came in the pretty male’s mouth in her head. Sensation merged until she could no longer tell whose orgasm was hers, or his, or both of them together.

When it was over, he pulled away, his strong hands going to her waist to turn her over, placing her on her hands and knees. He spread her ass cheeks, leaned in and licked her tight anus. Her cunt contracted with new pleasure.

“Deo, please…”

“Please what, my love?”

“Fuck me there. You know how I love it.”

He licked again, pushed his tongue inside her ass, wet and lovely.

“Oh God…”

He fucked her with his tongue, just as she’d asked. Pleasure was wet and sweet as his thrusting tongue, like some tiny, silken cock in her ass. But she needed more.

“Come on, Deo. Really fuck me now.”

He pulled away and parted her ass cheeks with his hands, shifted behind her and thrust right in. If she’d been human, her flesh would have been torn by his iron-hard cock. As it was, it hurt, but in the most lovely way. And as he fucked her ass, slowly at first then faster, harder, his hand came down on her buttocks.

“Ah!”

“Come now, my lovely girl. You know that didn’t hurt.”

“Do it harder, Deo.”

He smacked her again, the sound echoing off the vaulted ceilings.

“Yes, Deo…”

His cock was pushing deeper, sliding in, out. He was slapping her hard, his hands burning her flesh. She felt that first stirring in her blood. The thrumming. Humming. Until it was a sound that seemed to fill the room.

“Ah, the singing,” she murmured, too caught up in the pleasure to say more. But he understood this strange phenomenon they’d discovered when they indulged in pain play. Some odd vampiric response to the combination of pleasure and pain.

Deo reached around her, pinching her clit between his fingers. And she felt the hot rush inside her body as he came in her ass, heard his pleasure as he cried out.

“Ah, Mercy! Mercy! Fuck!”

He pumped into her, and she was coming, coming. The pain of his spanking was like a high, beautiful sound in her head, in her blood. Urging her climax on as she tumbled, shattered. Screamed.

They collapsed together onto the floor. Not because their immortal bodies could tire so easily, but because it simply felt good to lie together in a tangle.

“My love,” Deo murmured against her cheek, stroking her long hair, pulling the strands between his fingers. “You are as beautiful as Ever said. And as sweet.”

She laughed, looping an arm around his muscled neck. “And did you think I was sweet when you were in my ass?”

“Every part of you is as sweet as wine. As pure sugar. The sex doesn’t change that. I could do every dirty thing to you, and it wouldn’t make you less sweet, Mercy love.”

“Well, I hope you will, then. I can’t seem to get enough.”

“Oh, I plan to,” he said, laughing, a low, warm chuckle. He kissed her cheek, let his sharp eyeteeth graze the flesh there, and once more lust trembled in her body.

She climbed on top of him, parting her thighs, letting him feel the wet heat of her cunt on his belly.

“Again? You are insatiable. But then, so am I.”

He smiled as he rose to kiss her, his lips sweet on hers. And as she lifted her hips, impaling her body on his hard cock, she knew she was safe at last. With Deo. And in the Midnight Playground.

Safe for now, at least. She didn’t know what tomorrow might bring. The results of the Council of old vampires. But for now, this was enough.

Ever was just pouring wine for Aleron and Ramsey, a cabernet the deep color of garnets, when Calam came into the room.

“They are all here, the Council. Shall I have them come in?”

“Yes, of course. Let’s not leave them waiting.”

Calam nodded and hurried from the room.

“It will be nice to see everyone,” Ramsey said.

“Yes, I’ve not yet met them all.” Aleron accepted the glass Ever handed him. “I’m afraid my world has been rather limited. I’ve only been here and to the Paris club. Before meeting you today, Ramsey, I’ve known only Laurent and Xavier.”

Ever tuned his mind’s eye to the vampires gathering in the hall outside his rooms. “Ah, they come.”

Aleron and Ramsey stood as the heavy double doors swung wide and the Council members entered.

A small tremor of desire hummed through Ever’s veins as the group walked in. Vampires, all of them. Ancient. Unbelievably beautiful.

The bonded pair of vampires from the Paris club were the first to cross the room, the lovely, androgynous Laurent with his angelic, curling mane of blond hair, and his partner Xavier, whose chestnut locks hung in waves around his broad shoulders. They both smiled, white eyeteeth glinting, as they came to greet Aleron with a kiss on each cheek then the same for Ever and Ramsey.

Behind them was the darkly brooding Bastien from the Berlin club, his calm, gray eyes gleaming, and Dane, the youngest of the Council, who ran the Amsterdam Midnight Playground. His hair was as pale as Ever’s, but his eyes were a brilliant, startling blue. So pretty as he smiled at Ever, as he leaned in to give him a kiss of greeting on the mouth that lingered deliciously. So pretty, Ever spent a moment considering him…but his mind was on the new pair of vampires who were even now fucking in another room. He could feel their heat, their great need calling to him.

Later…

He reached out with his mind, forcing his focus past Mercy’s distant cries of pleasure to the dark vampiric essence moving down the hallway. He lifted his gaze to the door as the remaining two members of the vampire Council came into the room.

The elusive Storm, who managed the Midnight Playground in Prague, his long, black hair seeming to float around his tall form like a mist, a stunning contrast to his jade-green eyes. He was old—older even than Ever. No one knew how ancient Storm was, or where he’d acquired his name. But he wore his great age like an aura of both sadness and sensuality. Invincibility. Enormous power. And finally, behind him, was the diminutive Chiara from the Rome club. She was like some wicked sprite, with her glowing olive skin, her dark hair and eyes. Those who knew Chiara knew her hot temper, her blatant, simmering sexuality and her propensity for extravagance. It was said she kept a pair of albino alligators on golden chains in her rooms in Rome. She came to Ever and wrapped her arms around him. He breathed her in, flashes of the nights they’d lain together running like some sensual film through his head. She was as lovely as ever. But still, his mind kept wandering back to Mercy. To Deo. The two of them together. He couldn’t seem to stop. To concentrate on the vampires before him.

He felt pleasure shimmering through Mercy’s system, biting deep. Pulsing. Saw Deo’s aquamarine eyes as he gazed into hers. Filled with love. With lust so powerful he felt his own cock thrum with the force of it. That gorgeous, plush mouth of his coming down between her thighs. Tasting her flesh. Her blood. Like honey, all of it…

Pleasure stabbed into him. Sharp. Unexpected.

He blinked, tried to shake it off.

“Ever?” It was Chiara’s voice, her lyrical Italian accent. “Is something wrong?”

“No, no. Everything is fine. Of course.” He pulled her in, kissed her stone-smooth cheeks then both her hands, making her smile. “Please, everyone make yourselves comfortable. Calam will serve you some wine.”

There was a low murmur as they all found seats on the velvet and damask chairs and low couches, giving him a moment to regain his composure.

What was it about those two? So very young. So freshly made.

Perhaps that’s it. Perhaps they remind me too much of what I’ve lost. Innocence. The ability to see the world with new eyes.

Why then did they make him feel more as though he’d gained something rather than lost it? He’d felt that odd sense of loss too often recently. Had spent hours brooding about Vérún, lost in memory. Thinking too much of his love for her, how it had faded with time and yet seemed more crucial than ever lately. He’d thought almost constantly of her encroaching madness. The idea that perhaps his mind would wander too far at some point, as well. That he didn’t have enough to anchor him…

“Ever, will you not sit with us?” Xavier asked, gesturing to the empty space on the couch beside him.

Ever nodded, sat down next to his old friend.

Pull yourself together.

He took a slow sip of his wine. “You know why you’ve been called here,” he said, his glance darting from one flawless vampire to the next, saw their nods of assent. “We cannot allow this sort of behavior from one of our own. These rogues will topple our fragile hold on society.”

“We must not give mortals any greater reason to fear us,” Ramsey interjected.

“Do you not think it is good they fear us?” Chiara asked, a gleam in her dark eyes.

She was known for her merciless nature. He understood that even among the vampires, a female must show her strength more outwardly to gain respect. And Chiara gloried in it. He had to admit it was part of her attraction for him. It
had
been, anyway.

“I believe there is a balance,” Ever answered. “They must fear us enough to leave us alone to do as we wish. But if the fear becomes too great, they will rebel against us as they have their own governments.”